The Most Delicious Thing Mom Made (3)
They walked the promenade without exchanging a single word. The path was fairly wide, but it was still a bit of a squeeze for three full-grown adults to walk side by side. They took turns leading or trailing behind as they strolled along. Just as they were nearly finishing their loop, Min Deulle suddenly spoke up.
"Sis, didn't you say you're going on a trip with your boyfriend next weekend?"
Min Deulle, gripping my hand tightly as she walked ahead. Ari didn't respond right away to the question. Seemingly pleased by that, Min Deulle raised her voice a notch.
"You were trying so hard for an overnight trip, right?"
"...Were you eavesdropping?"
"I just happened to hear. Who has heart-to-hearts like that in the living room?"
"..."
"So? Did your boyfriend give you permission?"
In that instant, Ari squeezed my hand hard. What did that mean? Was she hoping I'd step in and shut Min Deulle down? Or was she embarrassed to be talking about her boyfriend while clinging to my hand? Ari was walking behind me now. I couldn't see her expression or her body language. Which made it even harder to guess what she was thinking.
"We decided on a day trip. Just a quick drive."
"Sounds like you failed. Too bad. Didn't you really want to spend the night with him?"
"Can you stop making up stories? I know you're super into that stuff, but... it's rude. Bratty."
Min Deulle's grip tightened again at the word "bratty." But instead of getting mad, she spoke even more calmly.
"What's wrong with that? We're family—we can talk about this stuff. Come on, spill. If you've got worries, I'll listen."
"No thanks. I don't wanna talk about it with you."
"Oh... okay? Then ask Uju-mong oppa."
"Huh?"
"If you don't wanna talk to me, talk to oppa instead."
Ari let out a short, surprised sound, completely caught off guard. Min Deulle pressed deeper into the opening.
"Oppa, sis has been dating her boyfriend for a while now."
"M-Min Deulle, shut up."
"But she hasn't done it with him yet. Apparently, he refuses because of his religion or something?"
"..."
"How do I break my boyfriend's stubbornness?"
With those words, silence fell once more.
So it's heading this way after all...
This wasn't exactly a pleasant situation. Sure, it was fun watching the two of them bicker with me in the middle, but this felt different. I like Ari. Min Deulle knows that. And yet here she was, asking, 'Please give sis advice on how to sleep with her boyfriend!' It was like telling her crush's childhood friend to help her get laid by another guy.
Well, it's my karma, I guess.
Strangely, I wasn't furious or annoyed. It wasn't cheerful, but I accepted the situation calmly. I'd used the Dream Manipulation App on wandering Min Deulle. I'd dragged a barely legal girl into my dreams over and over, fucking her senseless. Ripping her hymen, choking her throat, dumping my cum in her womb—and loving every second. Hell, I planned to pull her in again tonight. And another 27 times after that, wrecking her completely. All for coins. To register Min Ari on the app.
I'm in no position to get mad. If I've turned one girl into a total cumdump virgin, I gotta pay the price.
I swallowed the twisting in my gut, recalling last night's phone sex with Min Deulle.
"If you had a worry like that, you should've just come to me right away."
"Wh-what?"
"Guys know guys best."
"..."
"You wanna... sleep with that guy?"
I spat the words out and grimaced. Good thing we couldn't see each other's faces. I controlled my voice, but my expression was another story. Pulling myself together didn't make the disgust vanish. Ugly images flooded my mind; I wanted to curse them out loud.
"..."
Ari hesitated for a moment. Even that brief pause grated on me. She wanted to say yes, but she was choosing her words because I was there. I couldn't shake the feeling.
It's fine. Worst case, if things go wrong and she fucks that guy... I can just make it never happen.
The Dream Manipulation App could rewrite the past. I hadn't tried it yet, but I was sure it worked. Everything else functioned as advertised; it didn't make sense for past revision to be the exception.
Of course, better to stop her from fucking that bastard in the first place.
Then Ari cautiously spoke up.
"It's not like that... I just thought it'd be nicer to take it easy, rest a day instead of rushing. That's all."
"Liar."
Min Deulle let out a soft scoff, barely audible. I caught it faintly, but Ari must not have.
"Oh, right! Oppa, you're coming over on Sunday this week, yeah? Anything special you wanna eat? I'll tell Mom. She'll make it easier if she knows your tastes."
Min Deulle abruptly switched topics without a hint of subtlety.
"Wait, what? Sunday this week? Coming to our house? First I'm hearing of it."
"Huh? Oh... sis is going to church that day anyway. No need to tell you. But yeah, might as well now."
They'd reached a wider spot by the main road, enough for all three to stand side by side.
"Mom said she's sorry for hogging a cafe seat all the time and grateful for helping with my studies. Wants to invite you over and treat you to a proper meal."
"Why Sunday? You know I'm not home then. Saturday would've worked."
"Wasn't picking a day you're gone on purpose. Just how it lined up with oppa's schedule. Right?"
Min Deulle looped her arm through mine. How should I answer? She knew I liked Ari and still stirred things up so casually. Min Ari had planned a weekend getaway, pushing for that overnight stay. Caught between them, I chose my words.
"Cafe's closed Sundays only. You didn't object, so I figured we'd already talked."
Ari squeezed my hand and muttered softly.
"...I see. Would've been better if you came when I'm home."
"So, what do you wanna eat?"
Min Deulle pressed her breasts against my arm as she asked, ignoring Ari's mood entirely. Like it was beneath her to even respond.
"Not picky."
"Come on, everyone's got preferences. Something you really crave."
You and Ari. I couldn't say it outright, so I picked carefully.
"Something homey. Like japchae."
"Japchae it is. I'll let her know."
"Anything your mom makes... has gotta be delicious, right?"
Whether freshly made that day or prepped with care, it'd be amazing. Her fresh bread was mouthwatering on its own. Min Deulle's nightly cravings proved it.
You'll love it too, Ari. It'll be ridiculously good.
Close enough to grab her breast if I reached out. Min Ari stood there, looking up with expectant eyes. The old me would've caved at that gaze. Switched to Saturday off, suggested lunch together for a more meaningful time.
But not anymore. Things won't go your way. If you want something from me, beg for it.
Had my love for Min Ari faded? Or did stealing kisses and groping her in dreams give me courage? Or confidence that I could make her mine even if she hated me?
"Ari."
"Yeah?"
She looked up, face full of hope.
"Can't skip church one day? Or come right back after morning service. Be nice to see you."
No answer she wanted. She blinked, flustered.
"Uh, well..."
"Too bad."
I wrapped it up and started walking again. This time, I took both their hands and led. Min Deulle buried my arm deeper between her breasts, pleased. Ari trailed silently behind.
...
I saw Min Ari and Min Deulle off and headed home.
How do I even describe this feeling...?
Relief that the overnight became a day trip. Joy that Min Ari was paying attention to me, checking Min Deulle. Satisfaction at steering things my way without her pulling strings. But also self-loathing—couldn't boldly say, Don't go with your boyfriend. Come with me. Can't stand seeing you with another guy. Dump him and date me. If you want it that bad, I'll fuck you. Just petty sulking instead.
"Whatever. Time for bed."
Naked on the bed, I tapped my phone. Heart racing at the thought of fucking Min Deulle, cock twitching under the condom.
"Thinking only of Ari moments ago... now imagining shoving it in Min Deulle. Guess I'm no good guy."
I checked the final dream setup. Then opened the gallery for Min Deulle's photo from today. Her in just underwear, bowed low like in apology. Clothes neatly folded beside her, hands on the floor, knees down. Came with a long apology message.
I went too far asking you to counsel sis. Sorry for making you say that. I knew you like her and used it to vent. Won't happen again—forgive me just once.
Beneath it, Min Deulle's bare back and ass line on full display.
"This the naked dogeza? Where'd she learn this? Too shy to go fully nude, huh? Cute."
Time to dive into the dream and fuck away the lingering grudges. With that thought, I set the phone by my head.